Page 26 of Stolen By the Alien Mercenary

“Okay,” I told him, staring into his tigerite eyes. They had lost some of that feral possessiveness and turned gentle, focused. “I trust you.” His look turned triumphant, and I felt a shiver of something curl through my belly. More arousal? Unease? Or was it that part of me that liked seeing his claim? That wanted to be claimed by him…

He used his hand to grip his lower cock, and it pressed deeper against my untried opening. It shouldn’t have worked, not like this, but whatever was in his lubricating oil made my body want to open for him. The natural slickness his body created did all the work. I wanted to focus on him, on the new sensations he was eliciting from the sensitive nerves at my rear. But then he dragged his second cock through my folds and I bucked in reflex when that set me on fire.

His lower cock slid deeper and suddenly I felt full, stuffed, and he was barely in at all. That was just the beginning. He was going to use both of his erections on me; could I even take that much? The answer was yes. I should have known it was. That distraction with his upper cock, the mating one, was on purpose. Teasing my clit with the slick head while he worked his pleasure cock deeper into my lower passage. Each push and pull of his hips made me take more of him until I felt those blessed ridges stimulate my nerves.

The orgasm it aroused differed from any other; slower, deeper. I felt all my muscles clenched around him, clenched so tight that he couldn’t move. He remained above me, leaning on one hand while his chest was coated with a fine sheen of sweat. His eyes were wild with his own pleasure, and his cock twitched in my passage. He was fighting off his release.

The moment passed, our rapid breathing a sharp counterpoint to the roaring wind outside our little tent. Our eyes met, and I had to swallow roughly at the determined look in his. That was just the beginning, the first taste. The true claim was coming next.

He dragged his cocks through my folds and my slowly relaxing back hole, and I jerked at the sensations. So sensitive, it was too much so soon, but he was relentless now. On the next slow thrust, his mating cock touched my opening and started to push inside. Two at once was a lot. It was so naughty, but I loved how much he made me his. It was a claiming of all of me.

The mating cock had no ridges, but it didn’t matter. That fullness, the steady thrust of both in tandem into my holes… It didn’t take long before I spiraled into a climax, and still, he pushed for more. I was clinging to his arms, my nails digging into his skin, and with each thrust a shuddering moan left my lips. It felt so good, stars seemed to burst across my eyelids. I didn’t remember closing them, but the lack of vision drew me deeper into my body and all the things I was feeling.

“You’re my mate,” I shot back immediately. If he was claiming me, then I was claiming him as much in return. He was mine just like he wanted me to be his, and I was not accepting anything else. His mouth twitched in a smile, his wicked fangs on display, those gold and black eyes shimmering fiercely.

“Yes. I am all yours. You feel that Harper?” he emphasized his words with his thrusts, and I jerked my head in a nod. I wasn’t mistaken, he was getting bigger. The mating cock was swelling and I could feel it, a thicker bump along the middle of his shaft. It put pressure on my G-spot, it put pressure on everything. “Now tell me you’re mine. Tell me and I’ll give you what you need.”

I thought he’d been doing that already, but maybe he had one more trick up his sleeve. It certainly felt that way, that knot was growing bigger. Since he’d conceded, he’d let me stake my claim, I gave in. There wasn’t much more I could take. All of me was shaking and trembling, my nerves were on fire, and my heart was pounding. “Yes, I’m yours, Nick.”

His eyes seemed to catch fire, sparking, burning. I couldn’t look away. His hips picked up the pace, his hands holding my hips tightly so I could not do anything but take what he was giving me, and he was giving me so much. I was full; I was stuffed in both holes, and nobody had ever done that before. He roared when he came, seed exploding from both his cocks and coating my insides.

That thicker bump grew bigger and then the sensations became too much for me. His warm seed, his knot pressing against that sensitive spot, and his wings protectively cupped around us… I shattered for him, and it really did feel like I had shattered. Breaking apart and reshaping around him, not the same Harper from before, but a different person, his person. His mate.

Chapter 19

Mitnick

We lay on our sides, curled together beneath the emergency blankets. Harper was kept cozy and warm by the wing I’d slipped beneath her, and the other draped on top of her. Her breathing was slow and steady, and I relished listening to the sound now that the winds outside had died down. The storm had passed, which meant an end was coming to our brief escape from the galaxy.

For three days the storm had raged, which kept us locked inside this tent and shut off from any communication. We’d missed our rendezvous point with the Varakartoom, and if they had tried to reach us, we did not know. My com was down. Or it had been until five minutes ago when it had started beeping on my wrist. I’d shut off the noise because I was not waking my mate for anything except a threat to her safety.

I’d worn her out. She was tired after all the mating we’d been up to while confined to the tent. She called it a ‘honeymoon’ and I intended to look up what that meant as soon as I was able to; I wanted to know about all her Earth customs. I didn’t want to miss a single one, especially if they were about celebrating our mating.

My body had fully recovered from the damage that the laser shot had wrought, and the subsequent exposure to the storm. So had Harper, but I wanted Dravion to check her over once we returned to the Varakartoom. I felt a niggle of worry about my place on the ship: I had disobeyed my captain by taking the shuttle. Not a direct order exactly, but I’d done some very creative interpreting of his wishes. Asmoded was not a lenient captain. He wasn’t going to be happy that we’d dragged him and the crew into this. Let alone the danger to his mate and his son...

Harper started to stir, rising from sleep slowly but surely in her usual, adorable manner. A soft stirring of her head, the way she opened her mouth as her lashes fluttered. She always looked confused for a few seconds, like she didn’t know where she was. Then her eyes would locate me and a smile would spread on her face that made me feel on top of the world.

“Hi,” she said softly, “It’s quiet outside… Does that mean the storm ended?” I lifted my wing off her so she could sit up. It was her routine to check our supplies first thing each morning; counting out our ration bars and checking how much water was left. I let her do this because it gave her peace of mind, even if I knew exactly how much we had, and so did she.

“It does. We’ll have to leave soon.” I had used my visor to connect quietly with my drones while she slumbered, and all except one had survived the storm. They were doing recon for us now, and I’d already verified my connection with the mining planet’s orbital system was intact, too. I did not like how vulnerable we were. I needed to take the fight to the crimelord, and I needed to do it in a way that wouldn’t risk Harper.

“Okay, I’ll get dressed. You think we’ll have a chance to refill our canteens?” I helped her with her clothing while I assured her that we’d take care of it. Then I cut a hole in one of our blankets so she could wear that as something she called a ‘poncho’ over her head. Readings from my drones had informed me of the current weather conditions, but after that freak storm that lasted three days, I wasn’t going to trust that.

When we emerged from our partially buried tent not much later, it was at the sight of a completely changed world. The clearing had gotten bigger, but the trees the storm had toppled had been buried by the sand the wind had brought. The trees that still stood had lost any last remaining leaves and been sanded clear of their bark. We were in a ghostly wood of pale white, skeletal trees at the foot of a mountain pierced by one of the surveying lances, which stuck like an ominous warning into the roiling, cloudy sky.

I unearthed the emergency tent and packed it back into one of the pouches strapped to my body. My eyes never lost track of Harper as she wandered around the clearing and snapped pictures of our surroundings with her datapad. “I should write an article about the devastating effects of this mining practice,” she was muttering to herself.

My drones returned the mapping data and location intelligence I’d been looking for and my attempts to contact our shuttle went through at the same time. Good, now I knew where we needed to go next. The shuttle hadn’t been accessed, our security was too good, and the sandstorm had kept people away. Its computers had kept running all this time, working to crack the encryption on the data Batok was so desperate for. They weren’t done yet, which meant my tweaks hadn’t been good enough, but I was confident it wouldn’t be long now.

“Okay, I’m ready to go. Are we leaving this planet? Back to your ship?” Harper asked while carefully tucking away her tablet beneath the improvised poncho. She gave the fast-moving clouds above us a dubious glare and I reached out with a wing to cup her beneath its protective shelter. It was satisfying to see her lean into the regrown feathers with a sigh.

“Not yet. We missed our rendezvous with the Varakartoom. Let me see if I can hail them. Now that I’ve got a connection to the shuttle again, I should be able to.” Activating my visor, I pulled up the communication feed for the ship. A message from them had been waiting on my com, but the storm had scrambled it. I knew what it would say, anyway.

“Mitnick, come in. Where the fuck are you?” demanded Jaxin in my ear when the signal connected with a click. The Weapon Master was always blunt, but he sounded even more stern than he usually did. I hid a wince from my mate and contemplated the best way to respond. The captain had to be angry that I’d taken Harper and the shuttle without telling him my plan.

“We’re on Batok’s little mining planet. You know, the one where I found Harper.” I glanced at my little Novi and saw that she was frowning at the drifts of sand at her feet, a worried little crease between her brows. I urged her closer to my side with my wing and she came happily, nestling beneath my arm against my chest.

Jaxin confirmed he knew the location. “You missed your agreed meeting time with Aramon. What happened?” He already sounded calmer, which I took to be a good sign. It was simple to fall back into the habits ingrained in me by years of serving on the ship, serving with males like Jaxin and the captain. In succinct sentences, I explained why I’d taken Harper and gone to this planet. Then I outlined what we’d gone through since our arrival.